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At long last… Quirk’s July-August edition is here!
‘The 4 th Edition’ – seems pedestrian enough, but it’s been a learning experience like never before! Showcasing a much awaited theme
- ‘M Y P LACE IN A NARCHY’ – we’ve found some great voices, and in like spirit the Quirk Team looks forward to aggressively increase
expression, promote readership, and help provoke a more vibrant literary community of young people across South Asia. Anarchy?
Yes, please!
Some things remain the same: our objective, as always – to fire the first salvos for a sorely needed literary revolution (college-variety
and college-style).
And look out for Edition 5!

2. My Way in Anarchy | 3. The Imaginary Death of a Fictional Hero | 4. Solitude | 5. His Relic | 6. Quirk Crossword | 8. The Fisherman’s Dirge | 9. Grilling: A History

Another step, Another day: Narratives from NLSIU
6:00 am- I’m keenly reading through an article on stem-cell research without really grasping anything. If somebody else had been around then I would have pretended to comprehend. It’s
like all those times in the college library or the computer room where one deliberately laughs out aloud while reading anonymous ‘blogs’ posing as literary spoofs. There is hardly anything
which registers but the motivation to laugh like a donkey is clearly driven by a curiosity about how people in adjacent spaces might react to the same. Needless to say, on most instances
I keep smirking and talking to myself. At this moment it’s time to catch some sleep.

8:45 am- “Holy crap!” the alarm didn’t go off. I woke up in a hurry pocketing my toothbrush and paste for use during the recess while grabbing a notebook. I manage to make it to class,
just in time for the attendance. The first lecture streams by in a half-conscious state. The second hour is slightly better and I manage to scribble down some references. The rest of the day
is likely to follow a moribund routine and I really can’t think of much to write, except those ‘Dear Diary’ type entries. Alright, there are some things in life which are better written than said.

When was the last time you saw all the people around you growing bull-horns and just asking for that proverbial ‘punch’? I’m not talking about those group gatherings where everyone is
taking a ‘cheap shot’ at you. I’m talking about all that time you spent walking in a crowd, hoping to find a known face. Or inversely even those lecture-hours where certain characters keep
raising questions that make you pull your hair out. I’m referring to that persisting sense of being an anomaly in the system and yet being a cog in the same wheel. There’s a sense of continuity
as well as discontinuity at the same time.

One can’t exactly spread dynamite sticks and blow up a bridge or something like what Clint Eastwood did in ‘The Good, the Bad and the Ugly’. Neither can I play a schizophrenic and get
away with violent outburst in the manner Edward Norton does in ‘Fight Club.’ Since blowing up offices of financial companies is also not an option, the mind scouts for alternative means
to express rage against the ‘machine’ of everyday life.
If you refer to a Shakespearean extract from your miniscule memory, you will be called an ‘elitist bastard’. If you try and talk about ‘climate change’ then that is dismissed as irrelevant
speculation. If you talk about how Panchayats work, you’re a hopeless idealist. If you mention a police ‘lathi-charge’ on a workers’ rally, then nobody’s remotely interested because it
happened in a different part of the country. Anything which varies from pre-shaped notions about what people want at the end of their degree is met with immediate and uninformed

Right, the rest of the world has lost its’ sense of inquisitiveness, it’s penchant for exploration, it’s sense of wonder and all that crap. So what do I do about it? I rely on caricaturing when speaking
to people. It brings out the best and the worst in them since even the most mundane questions appear different when asked with several distortions on the face. On other days I let loose with
heavy doses of one-way traffic in trivia, i.e. mostly irrelevant and unverified information.

It’s difficult to relate to people, difficult to identify with a ‘collective’ identity- institution, class, family, caste, country and whatever else can be identified with. There’s no running away from
it either. My place is right here, neither in the perceived collective of the ‘establishment’ nor in the conception of alternative spaces. My place is in a mixture of both.


I could keep you in suspense and float blissfully through the lines not
quite letting you know who I am but I decided against it for no particular
reason. I am a Dust Particle. In the world of Dust Particles the Brownian
motion1 of oscillating, colliding and moving on, occurs incessantly from second
to second. Light, streaming in through an open window, at a dainty angle to the
floor, unveils this apparent chaos in our world.
The older generations prefer the dark comfort of yellowing pages of
My Place In Multiplicity
the AIR manuals, the melodious sneezing of beings who open the manuals to

discover a long dormant dust colony, the lazy drifting around the shelves and
the return to the land of silver-worm. Yet the times they are a-changing. Hanging
out in the mouthpiece of a telephone receiver is becoming passé. It’s the
mobile phone, the nooks and crannies in that ever-morphing device that catches Spectacles divide my sooty vision
the attention of the hedonists. Snug between the screen and its protective Myopic, menopausal, meandering
covering many an interesting day can be spent reading messages, looking at There lies
candid snaps, and if you are lucky a scandalous video or two may come your So that’s it, then. My broken mosaic
way. Several disjuncted ‘I’s
She lies there, never to move again.
My personal favorite is however the cozy corner between the Screaming, rebelling,
Spacebar and Alt keys on a laptop. The view is generally quite entertaining, A sniff, an odd tear, some flowers.
I stand there, numbed by it all, Dragging mud-soaked feet in hasty indifference
there is often good music and the quick bursts of moving air, at irregular Drowning in a sea of confident psuedoisms
intervals, when the Spacebar is hit, provide welcome relief on sunny arid days. Overwhelmed by a few fleeting moments.
I can always float past to another laptop when the owner of the current one is It’s unbelievable, it’s shocking...
hell bent on reading cases from Manupatra and listening to the same set of It’s so temporary that it doesn’t even matter.
twelve songs. I’d go instead to a multitasking owner who would provide some What is anyone’s life worth? My CV-briefcase skateboards its way to delirium
sentimental mails, some refreshing Messenger sessions (with that half silly An old story here, a reminiscence there The next moment,
flourish sound accompanying every message), some net research (all play and Ad-infinitum stretches into ad-nauseam
no work is not multitasking after all, yes?) and possibly an occasional Excel But now gone forever, never to return...
Pins prick my maze-arm in numbing pain
spreadsheet of committee budget figures thrown in. There stands precariously,
These days the drifting general opinion is that there is no place for The sky looks darker, the ground feels harder
The nameless places, the faceless people Another morphed me,
a Dust Particle with no concrete plan for the future. If a Dust Particle doesn’t
know which one of the ancient colonies it wants to join and doesn’t really care Like ink spreading on paper City-cynical
about how much beings sneeze as a result of colony discovery, then that Dust Like flooding water eating up villages and towns Paltry-pessimistic
Particle is truly aimless. I ask you, isn’t that a gloomy drift? While the newer Like a world gone wrong all at once... Filter-feelingless.
generations have new hangouts, novel ideas of what is fun, much more exposure Madness.
and a lot more multicultural insight they still zealously hold on to the same old
ideas of what a fulfilling life is all about. From generation to generation, I’m complacent
through thorough Brownian socialization, the meaning of success has held fast The looted rations, the smuggled drugs
the corroding monuments, the collapsing concrete A schizophrenic
to its roots. Killjoy as it seems, it keeps happening and most of the time no
Dust Particle even bothers to change the drift. It’s not that terribly difficult to the dying soldiers, the orphaned children... Divided, multiplied, magnified
start a new drift is it? I could be mistaken. In a place like NLS though there Into colourful, precise
seems a good probability of starting something new. There are so many laptops Stop. Dice-squares
to see the world through. There are new books to coming in often to in which That alternately acknowledge and ignore each other
to take a break in. In the holidays, the laptops and mobile phones go all over the As chaos crumbles into kitsch
Think of that girl.
country, providing hordes of new opportunities. Call me an Optimist2 but I I watch, with clairvoyant clarity
think new notions of what a Dust Particle can and should do and how flexible The hurt, the shame, the guilt.
Let it eat you from inside. My 50th monozygotic twin
to be may emerge sooner than later. The silent observer.
I need to think about this a little more. The possibilities are many, I look you in the eye, I dare you to knock me down.
don’t you think? I shall move on to a quite corner of a leaf under a mushroom I was there.
outside the library. It’s kind of a nice place to sit and ponder a while. I found my place in anarchy.
Till later, Amigos. Adios! Ashmi Ahluwalia
1 Bumping into each other, exchanging information and often changing course as a result.
2 A rather unfashionable dying breed, I am told by the Realists. EASHAN GHOSH

though sex is another thing. I While I am nutsy drowned in druggy dreams and riding on my drawn around her. Yeah. “At least it’s not in the bedroom”. ‘My Experience’. They stood frozen. 1430 Hrs: though. My Way in Anarchy So. p. Don’t you see it? “ Tihai ” He made some impromptu dumb charades motions – money. 2016. Question Question: “Sir. Yeah? “Why?” An Excerpt from Galle Face Diaries: The Story of Tihai (thirty) He was thirsty. none. I wonder . Quirk. 1. Well. Oh my god. p. and Sagar’s musing over fuzzy ever get it? We ain’t got a word of your frequency. we can think over whether we want to write a better (meaningful/ intelligent/progressive/explosive/rational/happy/anything-but-this-status-quoist-bullshit. tell each other – “It would make me happy if you helped” and live new. patrons. Must have been why I joined the drug party. All you half dumb no-gooders rise! These drunkards should stop breathing on the damn public couldn’t have been more than that – close my eyes and sleep. for his entertainment and sometimes the food isn’t stale was born to a crazy lice farm. she placidly pouted as she polished her fingernails under Jumbo’s watchful eye. Why not? “Tihai! Tiha! Tihai! “ – she didn’t relent. And there lay February 7th. ‘A Hastily-Written Pompous Piece Telling People What to Do’. Ragging. Why not?” They were speaking the same language but weren’t really talking. Quirk. 1-2). the first score of the day. Funny. grandma’s tongue wag. 7). ain’t it? I guess. then a twenty rupee note. sexual harassment. Things are obviously very screwy. then three – “Kiyada?” are evident in some shape or form in most universities. He asked staff. the father of our autocracy. There’s lotsa less lofty things to worry about. Now I pay him two dimes forgotten today and peacock shit sells like cakes. Oh my god. mal. Build up powerful elite and command the forces of time! Only pathway. funnily enough. 1). p. Quirk. Guy doesn’t believe in mode of protest and principles of truth and violence are long would trip on those rat-nibbled ankle stumps lest somebody grammar.if not you and me and us. just perhaps. Was boring. Don’tcha Indifferent College Student’. And at the end of the day. The stuff really got that artists do. ‘On Leaving Law School’. Nicely would give me one of those flowers stuck up in the hair. Its just I reached down low enough and vishied their bottoms. The following paragraphs are an extract from Took a damn bike rider’s trip to hospital after ramping up the the tree. none other and does all that too. “Kiyada – How much?” administration. 2016. caste discrimination.he countered. 0200 Hrs. dog. And disgustingly boring January 11th.] January 12th. but crystal clear to everyone else in the room] “Mr. Was my misfortune unmindful t’was no inspiration without the dizzying stuff “The observations of Sudarshan (1978) and Paedophil (2022) in breakfast felt like last night’s leftovers. rushy pen. It only sings to every nasty vacuum that forms dominant medico-structural themes………” in the idle head. While his old lady behind complained now and then that somebody anarchist writer Chauhan’s book. My thick appreciation for her slim Did hire this hand. 0030 Hrs. He turned to look for someone to help translate. on holiday. upturned “The lyrics were deranged – madness. pp. Oh my god. most of us don’t really give one flying ____ shacks like the one they now approached. ‘The to the good professor. Or rather. merit has absconded The sea roared. Oh my god. If I ever did sleep with the crazy haired woman. Aju and Raghu’s brutal appraisals of indifference in college communities Answer Answer:[from somewhere in the middle of the last row] [at a calibrated volume just inaudible (Aju John. shoelaces just did that damn thing. I am too doped to protest. 1900 Hrs: “Today’s special dog and roach curry. is not the flavour of the month. With the odd ones missing between the funny shaped ones. March-April 2005. Girl not very older than the neighbour’s lines yet to persuade nasty ink to work on paper jazzy. If comes to play chess. I wanted to know from the class as to how you’re going to utilize the the law school that I have yet to comprehend’ (Dorian Persaud. Think it’s a crazy power construct or something. Quirk. ‘Oh my god. “That’s insane talk man. Oh my god. plagiarism. university violence and crime. campus hate speech. The discontent with the prevalent lifestyle and system is evident Can’t make a peacock’s shit out of this. 2016. what say? And would be too screwy perhaps. students. students. question mark. Some are obviously comfortable. Pure anarchy nonsense. the lice would have gotten to my this scribble. 2016. we must not forget the legacy of indulgence that he comes along and does the needful. Galle Face was festooned Anarchy’s point is that most of us don’t really give one flying ____ [emphasis mine] about with lights and kites and families and lovers and Colombo’s history and little colourful what’s perfect and what’s not. what could the deal be? Some people must be happy with things that seemed messed up to most. This is how earlier – Satyajit’s lament of the literary (im)balance that skewed university settings perpetuate things have been and this is how they’re always going to be. Raghu S. They were everywhere – trippy . ‘Kerosene in the Water Tank’.com him there till the stink gets into their cooking and flies fall bother about lice or grandchildren and the crazy haired thing NATIONAL LAW SCHOOL OF INDIA UNIVERSITY wont come knocking making any noise. My daughter cheeky would be quite pleasurable in the earnest. poor health. – “Kiyada?” he pleaded. if we’re playing the play. possibly-very-messed-up-formative-years. 1000 Hrs: Once I remember as a kid. The status quo is OK for some. celebrated. A nice rosy mark around his himself going only after a nice fit.” January 2005. That crazy haired limp across the street came and rain. Late that day I put ink magnanimous burden. Did feel very philosophical going home with money that I’m gonna make of it. No Sireeee. never for a moment taking her eyes off the delicate bird-shaped kite in the sky tethered to the ice cream stick in her “Idealism is for kooks. The question to change things around here for most. darting him a look of pained irritation. I’m willing to wager my precious locks that most would There. Well. my sickly head thirsts for the rules. That way my mother doesn’t have to suhasbaliga@gmail. Now me assumes myself as artist inspired like this regard provide some illumination regarding the soothing me on though. Right? Please please don’t tell me that no one’s really happy with this scene – this ABHAYRAJ NAIK M MYY EEXXPPEERRI IMMEENNTTSS WWI ITTHH AANNAARRCCHHYY [This is an extract from some of the earliest writings of Mahatma into their coffee. incompetent faculty. “Kiyada?” . Ever child knows of his burly white chest and the funny yellow hair. The Trying hard to get drunk enough to review this great search of the self in what was anarchist madness. I ring this old man up and bark a making loud noises my way. little do we know about his initial struggles and yellow teeth white. This review could be written with a keyboard and nipples are farther inside her cotton than lips from crazy The Compromise my father’s tongue. Now as I a naked feet’s distance. He breathed alcohol all moustache by now. Then I let my mind go chill And yeah the neighbour. But hanging from a tree effects of sensitizational initiatives that cut across grammatical The deaf lady’s stale breakfasts which have blunted the did get me going. flawed admissions. So to cover ass from this The old lady had put yesterday’s ‘rotis’ on the pan and was in my pocket and a stiffy otherwise. The words are arranged like my grandpa’s teeth. a lil imp of a girl – no more than 6 or 7 – came hopping over. a ranking slips. he bare-topped and mouth open. pay the girl a bit S UHAS B ALIGA his life and now breathes maggots. alumni. He doesn’t scream…………” The day began with water thrown on my face snazzy. legitimized intellectual He tried everything. his dairy entries now published by the History Society of India.” cosmic imbalances that some universities/students face (Arun Sagar. January 2005. administrative out of nowhere. Oh my god. hoping for some comprehendible clue. He sipped the Coke. boy. The old man who sells with the crazy hair. I know for sure ‘cos if I did more than that to that woman way out lest my Anthony Burgess feel betrayed unforgiving by God! No drunkard should die there. So I added a little own blood for tangy nutrition. March-April 2005. Girl in house liked. not by a long way. Dorian’s damning indictment – ‘There is a culture of complicity at Question Question: “And unassailable repetition of “Tihai” (her eyes never off her hopping kite). discrimination. now that I look out the window in ‘Padosan’ lyrics. Why?’ He took out a ten rupee note. Now I don’t really care. hyper-competition. Oh my god. and asked her: “Kiyada?” – his sole Sinhalese equivalent for ‘how That worries me. Cos rolled into rose-petalled sweet pan which I chewed all the did make a fortune selling them smart in the evening they’re gonna make up their frail opinions based on the crap way back to the hazy mirror stuck above my brushing sink. After that I had sex with man who Morning. things will always get by of whether things need to change. There is only stale food to eat. let’s add some thick dialogue. that not many give two hoots. Why?’ He . inadequate facilities. 2016. alcoholism. disinterested “TI – HA – EEE” she wailed. it protest isn’t far far away. Want to see her father’s neck hangs from the chimney unless he leases This other neighbour of mine has a thing for violence. Faculty. The air was heavy. Consequently. Oh my god. . and finally a fifty rupee note No other questions asked.” hand.screwy – screwy: thumb – “Kiyada?” A library crashes. role in overthrowing anarchy and building this great society. I have already said. Funny thing really. his teen daughter whose January 18th. has no reason. The lane behind my street where no cars travel. Into the old haggard’s ears did January 11th. drug abuse. 2335 Hrs. sometimes we just have to let go. “Tihai” poor education.a helpless bemused recitation of “Kiyada”. Gets quicky these dimwits controlled by remotes. I used to do these funny things. 2016. nobody gives a peacock shit about it. Quirk. [emphasis mine] about change for good or bad.Quirk | July . his momma would have been proud. 1200 Hrs: tried leaving the little girl here on the doormat. The rain pouring those The Intellectual However. There was no one behind the counter – until. The sea roared pleasantly in the backdrop.that laconic inertia. The paper leaks. ‘Cos that feeds on vacuums too. “ Tihai ” ‘Oh my god. Damn people just leave to take back to the limp. They always do. And to think mom got a rest! The Leader bending down stretching to get some more of those lines This young thing didn’t do two dimes without half a slap. then who the ___ [emphasis mine] is much?’ going to look out for the larger picture? Forget perfection – will we ever take off the blooming “Tihai” she shot back. madness. her eyes narrowing as a green kite meandered dangerously close blinders and give the big bad university world a real look? to her bird beauty. Happy. get by (work out/get by/happen/exist). Flavour good but taste The Inspiration not spicy. 2016. Either he isn’t drinking enough or fell while hanging from pioneered for us. A little druginess does bring it out nasty The alcohol was surely rocking. Screwy and as obvious as Murakami’s vanishing elephant in your and my ballroom. old man’s skull to push the peeps around into social service. Only going to be a matter of time before was too drugged most of the times to find her slippery cheek. Fried the same stale shit all the time and threw it on February 9th. they Now this is part of the jazzy book he is writing. relax. She plucked every now and again at the string trailing into the sky. lessons from this course in your coming years. Are you familiar with our Q & A’s? please/educative) script and a happier ending. Comprende senorita?” (Satyajit Sarna.August 2005 | Bangalore 2 My WAY WAY in aN A r c h Y I’m 22 and it took me that long to decide that I was tired of merely ‘passing through’ in present particular karmic balance of things – that this thingamajig is to no one’s gain . financial irregularities. 6). March-April 2005. The lights shined. Way too much effort agree – Indian university education isn’t perfect. But Apathy mine. Was hanging from a tree once and picking on passing girls. many parents and students are concerned about the quality of some of the courses – would it be possible for us to think over how we could improve things?” My demon (the real subject of this exorcizing piece) has been alluded to across these pages Answer Answer: “Get off my trip young lady! ‘improve things’ eh? That’s rich! Ha ha ha. appropriated scholarships. wasted expenditure. who really gets ‘educated’ in colleges today? She . she’s the half washed sticky platter. for a Coke and she slowly went about getting it for him. p. Oh my god. Grammar lies her out goodly neighbourly. Philosophy extremes and provide for a more sinister construction of canines of my neighbour’s stray. race discrimination. governments – we’re all in the dock in our pretty little boats. disinterested faculty. Said she’s things to think about.” That worries me too. then two. Joker Sir. He tells me thus: fresh ‘parathas’ that drove the madness. I spit out a few words I had heard my father apparent use Lust with mom when I was just a kid. January 9th. for example: in every letter of every word. The kiddies tore his shirt off to see his Varukeri. nationality The sea rolled. give up nay give out. It could have been butter on on paper rushy and began this doodling habit of mine question mark into the magnet. And dead men stay out in the either. Oh my god. I mean. the symptoms of a deadly malaise He raised one finger.

he doesn’t even talk to anyone. ended his didn’t feel a thing. I would have told you. It certainly explains Chacko. silent tears at the closed coffin. away from all the light battled with gloves off. What is more. through the heartbreaking wails of women. Since the afternoon. the certainty that the railway on the front row. As it half past seven. composed a few days after symbol of seniority. Rajan entered another phase of his of highly successful camps where medical help weaving through crowds and tearful goodbyes. audience expectation. a By the time Rajan was in his third year. On the Many fluorescent tube lamps lit up the fat it the familiarity of sight. The Chief hitched comfort. and then laugh. some excited. tapioca. hands? at all kinds of odd hours. He would not be life. the Chief had to steam and the noise made its way towards You won’t tell us? Phat. he realized upon a lonely hill. The smiles left his face and the laughter was given free of cost. he was the Antichrist for an equal into pale thin youth. He even found time for books his crisp dhoti. It was the only conditioned -– no. was looked back. It attracted the Chief’s ire. if you His college. not been for the alert Nurse Ramani. Rajan is all I have. He was covered in cigarette burns. the quickest ways home. Messianic for creatures who lived in the shadows. taken. Chacko ran away from clammy cold-blooded touch. forever. dangling from a nurse’s arms. Instead of merging into the the complete true story: With all else still. expressions of humour had clearly left him. Rajan’s barely the arrival of a train before he saw it. No witnesses innocent child. however. No bodies. watching his mother for the last Completely transported to a previous life. you know where he is. Jabbed into pliant thigh muscle classification as legend. He left behind him smiling to himself in the dark. and sensational comic timing were already premises were covered with grass of a green occasional smiles had turned into full blown apparent. banana. Dr.) However. But he survived. brought him herself from laughing when she breastfed him. The Chief walked out of the car slippers slithered off. Superintendent of Police. pouring himself into books evaded (outrun and outfoxed. It has been suggested in the past . Chacko’s disappearance. of her eldest son was complete. craving for the limelight. And the stage least possibility of escape. recognizable corpse washed up on a deserted when the powerful beam cut through the gunshots that still resound. the Chief has resigned him. He became His silk shirt was new: purchased by darkness and the darkness became him. it was as if a dam had finally burst recent works (with claims to greater academic Then all of a sudden. And since he left him. phat. The grounds were made. Since then. with his life.August 2005 | Bangalore The Imaginary Death Of A Fictional Humorist . close to an understanding of Rajan’s death and Brahmin landlords throughout Central Whatever remained would gently break upon some bored. a warm August afternoon. complete outlaw and stunning guerilla Occasionally. its profiting from lifelong thrift. and was sitting beside the grave. screeched into a puddle. he turned to his left and in the darkness It does not explain his death. his elder brother. At eight. this more than ten years when this transformation house of memories. Through the year he was seen and thick curly hair. hiding a fire that first official duty as Secretary. It was the only way to find his way another happened. Rajan stayed cocooned in the party fielded candidates. She would get him tutored at home. One of them at the night sky. Chacko Varghese Those black eyes seemed to shimmer. please don’t hurt him. he dived and his tired to live on for a while more. phat. under an old mango tree.a Sole Surviving Male. much later. Overt as he watched faces in the crowd through the took him full circle. Had it gates. At the appointed hour. could not explain it. Eyewitnesses still repeat The newspapers and their issues did not have been wet clay in Mariakkutty’s firm striding purposefully through the corridors in awe that Rajan showed no sign of exhaustion. he disappeared. fish and a raindrops and the broad smiles. he had miraculously film and theatre music of the day (for Rajan our-Chacko-has-gone-and-done. and whacking his left flies.3 Quirk | July . After very obviously so. Had dawn brought with in disbelief at the tiny wet thing between her sometimes . dark July turned out. Lightning said/sang. And is beside you. Rajan that after the disappearance of her firstborn. jackfruit. namaskaarams. painless birth. For a while. dhotis brown. and housed coconut. Sir. he was a star draw on Annual Days. a woman gave weather notwithstanding. Please don’t hurt him. Varghese’s grave was at the bottom guffaws. as if she sensed some endorse the belief too . chat with some friends – or not. she would purchase beef. Opposing Rajan was a sorrow. you know what happened to perceptibly lighter night sky. as his limbs gave way in a horrible stench of therefore possibly Naxalite too. choice for Arts Club Secretary. are all Phat. The jeep that led the entourage . she had to smile. this perception was proved that the darkness wasn’t in the house. and Mariakkutty would be filled (under the weight of bright lamps and rigour) attributed Rajan’s parabolic leap from was ever heard from Chacko again. him who needed little introduction. to lose another man because look at what ability to melt into the background and Rev. died before he was even born. It was many. momentarily erase the constant wide grin. And. Two is hiding. (See Gopalan Nair et. enough to indecipherable letter for Mariakkutty. On Mariakkutty for this very occasion. silent landscape obligation to defiantly mock the repressive Rajan was soon on the tiled roof of his was flooded with a brazen humour. when Rajan was pushed into his The tutor once remarked very mysteriously. resign. cashew. Mariakkutty’s idea. Rajan shut his eyes. almost everyone noticed the expertise in these matters) more than a few himself though he could sing tolerably). and the warmth he felt on the hospital. He even began seeking out company and this pungent odour of horoscopic didn’t-I-tell. in the company of The stage was lit with many lamps. Tell me. The stinging gravel did and thunderous applause. sir! I don’t that the train was on a parallel track. He is an beach. Constable Yohannan’s with steel caps at either end – the ostensible was little more than a few embers. When Rajan was many occasions. Getting up to run again. you. At church. All the murk point. It was the only reason to step out of the stage again? career many years later as a Dy. and an palm. parody. not to mention his the platform onto the tracks to a deeply-felt Mariakkutty’s heart broke a second time. that’s for certain. she would sit The Chief had arrived in a white Ambassador. unlucky performers have had to never to come back. manifest only in Rajan’s eyes. At twenty. Thomman. But by the time he ran I propose a simpler theory: he just wanted to police station on top of a lonely hill are carrying a polished three-foot wooden stick and jumped off the stage. light and liveliness returned slowly. remains of Rajan Varghese turned up bloated.. trained him. house for ten years. Like all good He controls the sea and the wind. did not need to/could not afford to look back. he is my many times from many positions. The grim. labs and then volunteer his services to He was spotted on the first platform. It is also not clear how long Rajan Rajan’s head. His entry in characteristic dignity and a lot of pride. She was captured in a smokescreen of myth and of pitiful screams and two gunshots from a weeping and looked very old. To them. know where he is. Even now. some asked and sighed in Mariakkutty declared: whatever may come. incendiary.and then return home. The sharp and rusty nut born to laugh and make others laugh. few vegetables to last the week. first slide could also have been his last. blood and headless corpses. He would labour endlessly at the open-mouthed incredulity as Rajan fled again. briefly narrated her sanity. She at her husband’s grave from half past six until Two police jeeps and two other Ambassadors caught him centimetres off the earth. Chacko’s absence was defining screamed.AJU JOHN He ran sweat-drenched in the cool. And in this darkness. with the same thin moustache the panchayat president were rarely spared. in the was so obviously a child. Mathew Kurien sang in his deep rumble– Chacko has gone and done. She still went to it up against her stomach and she fell limp to Lightning was a ball-point-pen veracity is suspect: and therefore its church. Doctors and countless nurses walked along the canal. every Sunday. of the slope. funeral. shadow of any frame he was in. It is believed in some circles that arms sank into more gravel as he rolled down Mariakkutty’s craftsmanship of Rajan’s teen Thomman grabbed Mariakkutty’s hair. where is he? Lightning struck me one day. A jeep was parked next to the shed. Mariakkutty could barely keep to soothe. How Chacko’s disappearance from Revolution and soul wandered – hiding his purposelessness. howdoyoudos exchanged and photographs had been left far behind and Rajan Varghese the recognition of the fact wasn’t long in mango. the parish priest and who was almost never there and a father who the church. a new set of policemen watched in splits for hours with acidic satire. how did Rajan find himself on the Minnal (Lightning) Thomman S.just a half mile away. many unknown). When he stared at her. it was only when she felt his was much older. In five years. eyes and manic laughter kept people away. gave a performance to end all performances. And in that naked and putrid at a Varkala beach. After church. She had given it to him on Don’t let the waves scare you. Introductions were. the hurried scrape of boot on gravel. And Embers of doubt glow on. Chacko’s reputation as walked up to the mike and blew lightly into filled the underground news of the day. The baby was a huge draw at the The paddy field . she would walk up the slope and seat herself that said “Kerala State 2”. And as the some clues to understand Rajan’s fierce will my Chacko. she would held up by the Principal. home in the company of a travelling troupe Mariakutty was aware of his presence near dhotis. with little never claimed to be much of a musician and work. Unsurprisingly. What good is freedom entirely untrue. up his dhoti by centimeters to avoid the slush. I’d like to remind them humour. A police station Ayyo. she looked down at her feet and College was initially unfriendly. in complete uniform. not-knowing-neither-caring when the stunning entrances – accompanied by music When the bells reverberated across the hills. waiting way back.Rajan felt hours. Rajan grew had just wrapped up its sound and fury. Rajan could never have years after Mariakkutty’s death. His soles slapped gravel chuckles. he had an elder brother professors. The inmates were all young – and destination clear but path invisible. jumped on to the tracks and started sprinting. The echo resounded across the auditorium attempting to explain how the chosen tracks tactician was unmatched. standing behind the Principal. Rajan cringed on a cowshed roof three days. Chacko. Mariakkuty would see Rajan it.clearing stacks No description of Rajan’s formative years galvanized enough support to organize a series of jute-packed cargo in graceful leaps.I. therefore. and decided that thus engage primarily adult crowds with his His presence outside the house would be Rajan had to join college. he was the household was self-sufficient. Rajan may have legs. some known. the church to notice strange changes in Rajan. in the black darkness. He crowded that maternity ward echoing with the year and some profit. return to society). curly-haired man with a reputation men in khaki. into an umbrella not slow him. Following a huge outcry. lab-assistants. regime. Kollam. Had he beginning to make its presence felt. Boot to hat. (or life) or his choice of escape routes. The Chief smiled on as Rajan The symbolism associated with Rajan’s death number. Mariakkutty still lived and cried narcotic adulation to get on with life. Rajan’s Starting from the house at six. The gleaming planned for an escape on the Madras Mail. sitting kilometre away. he was a practiced regulated. Mariakkutty had been widowed doused as events would prove. he gained the risk none would take. Edinburgh FRCS. pepper. What made Rajan so endearing was that he we are talking of a thirteen year old child. Nambiar. was popular enough to become an automatic could he do it to his mother? She who the forests. it seemed as if Rajan needed It was almost permanently dark though not time. fear that overpowered any love for his mother. The difference was Now to piece together the rest of the jigsaw. Talkativeness Was it destined to end this way? At the enraptured. (some eager. would be complete without a mention of his And thus. fireflies-on-a-mission: the the lights and music to let him stay on plan. carrying a black Bible the ground. If you want how long he had been running . She closed Mariakkutty’s amusement. the fire in his eyes see Mariakkutty. Every other seat was when you are dead. Just as laughter left Rajan into the din of human society. that his First Holy Communion. he There are many who wonder how a strong shy. his wide was on stage before he began comprehending been a Naxalite. he of the Emergency in Kerala where the authors Mariakkutty could have known when and time. Wouldn’t he and poetry. giggles and guffaws. perhaps in human history. it shone every time it was ironed. Nothing feverishly. You see. to see him alive again better tell us where he On March 1 st . Sub-Inspector of Police. painting walls and night. blackness and traced a curvature. His and the moon remained hidden. He had to welcome and introduce the Chief – Why did Rajan choose the tracks? Of many wanderlust. As the save a dead constable. sir. Rajan was noticed blood gurgling from his feet. his jaws clamped tight Mariakkutty had drawn her sari over her head shadows. Everyone smiled track stretched on endlessly offered vague And scarcely had this miracle happened when exchange pleasantries with the Vicar and his broadly at everyone else. questionable light. He was less than ten when he would to school. The darkness of the house enveloped His various interactions slowly eased him back always managed to keep an audience him completely. Screams. it was post in the Union over which neither political and not make a sound. He won’t go anywhere Rajan was born in legendary fashion at Seventh its sprawling agricultural premises with without telling you. gave enough to last Sometime close to the tenth anniversary of brightly lit stage seemed centuries ago. A History There was no certain manner in which cowshed. sidelined into any periphery. he He ran across the platform . it was hard to miss the unmistakably wait hours before they got truncated time on escaped the house and its sprawling grounds. Singing about the here. with a wistful regret. 1976. stage. He was thirteen when in the inmates. interest him. My only child.and I social satire. The dhoti “Zion sailor journeying across. Mariakkutty continued to run the house and You know where he is. five. less than a where he ruled the stage and commandeered clearing of the throat. friends. The razor wit One dew-wet December morning. Thomman was counter-intelligence. and so did the ready smile. Mariakkutty was staring family.” of performers. At Kollam Railway Station would insert his lyrics to keep an audience in individual like Rajan was agreeable to for rare and surprising injections of crazy though. His throaty laugh would reverberate The sounds of the night though. Handshakes.that Rajan had initially exponent of what is popularly called the disapproval. Soon. look-what. Phat. And as the men carried him away everything else be damned. I am not going and adulation. saw the outline of dark treetops against the But the life and death of Chacko do provide only boy. Rajan would make many more land sloping down from behind the church. the tracks offered the surfaced in various places in Kochi and Calicut becoming brilliant orbs. Phat. hens and ducks. Clearly. The change was so rapid it almost went and the hoops of fire ignited the coals of unnoticed. For the first time and a black umbrella – the nature of the Flattened out by rollers. He didn’t. to the world is a story that stretches belief. Borrowing tunes and music from the said it had to be that way because. a distant red railway signal provided coughed and started giggling. to sit quiet ten-year-cocoon. Then. She consulted Varghese again. the tracks: repeatedly retold. his years. Mariakkutty came continued to run. Sometime during the chase – he didn’t know we now have to reconstruct Chacko’s final You whore. He sputtered. She Rajan could have been held there for up to an incline. seniors and same set of clothes – the mud still fresh on things that he noticed. Having spent many years in the company of slithered out of Mariakkutty’s womb and she church came to occupy the extent of her social shadows. those who knew him best and suspicion that surrounded Chacko’s life Phat. glare of lights. he looked of Rajan . When I was in Pulikkad. thin. have used eyewitness accounts to stress the where Chacko had disappeared. The truth lies made so. Otherwise. He is not like Details about Camp Pulikkad came to light engine drew even closer. These theories never came a trail of orphans. Chacko’s disappearance. Different versions exist as to what he actually doubt such intent ever having crystallized in and thereafter. Sir. The motorcycle-riding-bear her. Rajan began walking around the behind him were the screech of whistles and at her nipple. Day Adventist Hospital. almost as the crow suicide note. Thomman swung the stick down and brought When I was in Pulikkad. the sun just house singing and delivering his punchlines. The graveyard was a stretch of followed. her eyes and after much trepidation and always clouded with concern for her son’s blazing their way towards him. the facts are far from certain. wrote. he might have seen ten torches In school. The band point would continue to be debated. his face in a sporadic smile – his eyes glinting And then. if I knew. in the darkness.. Stories hanging over Mariakkutty’s head. Which brings us to Chacko. it was forthcoming. As it for him to cry. It was his possible escape routes. al. Three hours every Sunday morning. Rajan’s turn now. some people are just not almost thirty years since anyone heard from sunglasses reflected the naked light bulb the kind of trouble he was in. Decades after the as Che Varghese – a seventeen year old flashed on for several years – never completely would be his for two minutes. Their son would stay home and not go at the foot of his grave for over three hours on law’s long arm. More Kerala lived in his towering shadow. coming. he resigned. began to clear only several Inspector Minnal Thomman.

and died. She points. He had apparently gone mad trying to colour in all the zebras he could find. ‘relief’ happiness. I smile who gets the crossword page first. So that is my source of But then. lustrous hair and faithful husbands. wildlife comprehension. At some Princess Rampyari took one look at the Prince through double glazed windows. ‘Celebration’ happiness is occupied the royal suite of the Southern Zambian FunHouse. the rejuvenated Prince Marigold Bumbledikoondu. A loneliness soon. junky experiencing sensory deprivation. ‘relative’ Ansals. beautiful new world. after settling a cantankerous uncle in bed. My world offers to keep me company so I don’t feel scared at night. Clarity. All the while you keep wondering if it’s really true.Quirk | July . curiosity anymore. Gentle. grief This is happiness indeed. My way for so long. To move back in with granted to you by your thoughts.. “I So right now I am experiencing ‘relief’ S AHIL K INI . Master Mas Ter. until he you know your expenses are high enough to eat it all up. He would be happy that that would give him more time to chalk out another game plan. feel assured that at least status quo is going to be restored for some time. And satin scarf shivering in the evening breeze. knew she had found a cause. etiquette lessons. His name was Marigold Bumbledikoondu and just as two cups of happinesses water are enough to drown a baby gnu. And suddenly. She there suspended. suddenly I am the educated friend-and-well-wisher from the city. To collect the forgotten pieces of my life. jubilant. in an easy flourish of shimmering colours. photography. Whether the water-colours of Jamini Ray are once when you are expecting to get sacked. The answer lies there. To seek justice for a so complete and so full of joy. Out of relief that a man wants to reclaim his ‘mother is the last thing on my mind. Out of the triumph of the and I push off into the shimmering surface. Men don’t stare through my transparent white kurta isn’t quite flight. he hailed from southern Zambia. The story of duality. Out of the celebration of transparent spheres stream slowly past me as I slowly man and messiah-woman in the anonymity of a photographer’s dark room.. She would help him regain his lost glory. My thoughts which are usually a counsels me on the benefits of long. spellings. I don’t have to scrounge in this vacuum of uncertainty trying to figure out if mine was a legitimate fear. Out of and deliberately exhale. Do I really deserve this? Am I feeling happiness disproportionate to the cause of happiness? Am I feeling Master Mas Ter (pronounced with a soft gap between Mas and Ter) taught the young Prince. So I am the revered feeling. And then Deep called. if one is in love. lustrous hair. complete with equestrian training. he would keep wondering if you were feeling like him. who was just as get it…should he feel happy that you didn’t get it? Maybe not. happiness disproportionate to other sources of trouble in my life? Should I also not the art of developing film from a camera. If you get a small raise. Prince Marigold had a normal prince childhood. That is the signal for almost slide show like manner. lover. gasping for his last breath. Local My inner-child wakes up after a self-imposed Photographer cracks jokes about local editors wanting dharnas to be shot only if urban messiah-women are in the forefront. She is the typist at the Mahila Sangathan office. but naturally from a parallel universe. It is alright. I look around and see shimmering lights right above me.. The office space is used by the Mahila Sangathan. Coming away from the city. and an air for romance will nod wisely as into the story happiness is really misplaced. you are jacket. ‘doubtful’ happiness. dunkleberry beetles. one is colleague. flavoured condoms. and sighed. had a massive brain embolism. The hero is the local photographer and the heroine is the local Cleopatra. However. If both of you didn’t He hadn’t counted on his evil Queen. known as King Marigold The Line make trouble from now on. He is a I leap into oblivion.. there isn’t any room for my thoughts. he at once caused the sacrifice of three hundred wild happiness is the best of them all. He learnt all this from his dark master. ‘celebration’ happiness. and call them ‘mother goddess’. goddess’. she would stand firmly in front of the cameras and announce. aquamarine me to retire for the day on the other side of the screen. that brave. And he can smoke twenty cigarettes at one go. the weak ‘dark art’ pun in the beginning. archery. I hear suppressed orgasmic breathing Forever. I will go back Heaven. and this fact. but gravity doesn’t seem to be a anymore. a feeling of being suspended in space.. it makes sense to give up one’s artistic arrogance. slow motion redefined. over who should use the bathroom earlier in the morning. and if your close competitor is going to Its previous occupant had been his late great grandfather. Gently I glide through the world around me. over the certainty of Cleopatra. Collectors apologise for poor spoken English. Poignant as the moment is. stretched and rippling. obsolete. fidelity. SOLITUDE It is an intriguing duality of roles that these lovers play with society. happiness . Hence.. ethnic curtains. a is a relief. cigarette smoke and emancipation. When you get a promotion that you were not expecting. the campaign for unpolluted water. But apparently it is not. Such is the story of True Love. She plays with my cell sudden seems to have taken to a free flowing lethargy. uncertainty of Messiah-woman. The most difficult moments are moments of happiness. religion. But he would definitely efficient at spraying detergent on unicoloured zebras. my body like a vice. which divides this room into office and private space. And that Where he lay. A kind of solitude village in the city. asks me about my family and why they have not got me married yet. to flow. she would bring him back to the world of the sane. Suppressed giggles. And a cause of happiness. Out of the assurance that a woman can be a messiah as long as she is removed from the secure world of one’s own happinesses. It usually comes after a long spell of anxiety. uncertainty. and you don’t. feel terrible and wonder if it was really worth that much celebration. Prince Marigold choked on a buckle. All to no avail. all the while guiltlessly subverting its basic moral code in the darkness of anonymity. happinesses. sabbatical. And I can walk out in search of the messiah in me. and had been touched by he would feel happier that you did not get it when you were expected to get it. multiplied with the fact that he repeatedly fell off his you feel happy and at the same time you are not jubilant enough to blow it all up. The happiness at fear being dispelled is inescapable. This was what I had been looking for. and a table being pushed on the other side of the screen. phone. A dark art.August 2005 | Bangalore 4 There was once a Prince. as horse called ‘The African Road Warrieress’ led him down a wild and uncharted path. besides being bread-earner for two siblings and an uncle. this is what it must feel like. photographer with papery side-locks. Maybe I should write a self-help book someday. But feel a little sad for other people who don’t have reason to be happy right now? Will its ok if you missed it. He sent several letters desirous of a strategic alliance with the renowned group. and make a quick buck. slaughtering of innocents. since you are all puslings. I glide and I lay Cleopatra brings me food at night. Wives don’t factor anymore.. and to of hoping to find certainty in the world beyond. And we talked about my work and his exhibition. with a roll of film at the top. as social commentator of Cleopatra and Photographer. beer bottles. within my grasp. sacrificial procedures etc. Then neighbouring kingdom. like a So we can fight again. fear. and that sort of thing. and whether his those of you with an air for adventure. And I can call him ‘a patriarchal bastard’…again. my happiness last long enough? Are other people jealous of my happiness? The young Prince soon became a proficient developer and sought a secret desire to join the And there are varying degrees of happiness. uncertainties. secret desire was stupid. ‘Vengeful’ happiness is that of the other guy if he is introduced the beautiful and highly talented Princess Rampyari Sadulepatri who hailed from a got the promotion over you. At least. was soon reduced to a wreck. I inhabit this private space for the time I am here for Alas.. Queen Hosram The Detergent Lady. And land up And then my chest begins to tell me its time to leave. I suppose. Cleopatra counsels me on the nexus between long. Of unquestioning acceptance of its norms. and by night. chaperone their husbands when they come to the office. Complete with a new white dinner the worst kind. Deep called from I-don’t-know- give to you .. After two months of no communication. revealing themselves Deep. By then the photographer comes whizzing blur. but very mad Prince Marigold. clarity. To fight for clean water at the hallowed halls of justice. of unknown marital status and Pagan religion. and the local Cleopatra. it is the SHRI SINGH site of consummation of true love. exposed. And he can sleep with the The ache makes its way to my gut and my neck. both in mind and in body. and you enjoy it more because concomitantly the earlier source of trouble company and not ‘developers’ as in ‘film developers’. as the degree of muck in one’s drinking water depends on how Languidly I move through space. And so I smile. giant phallic representation. My feet touch the ground revenge on the certainties of class. ‘Doubtful’ happiness is that of the other guy if you did not get promotion. Then lights go off.” where to check if I were all right. within my Rejecting its pretentious talk. ‘Relief’ when there was no reply. while you were the foremost contender all through. Who does not evoke suspicious and only a dim aquamarine light to keep me company. which doubles up as a legal services centre…by day. I haven’t allowed myself to be free in such a long time. By night. Women don’t shy away from inviting me over for dinner. She had heard about the dunkleberry beetles. By day. The Prince rapidly understood that his disappears. where have you been? and listen in to hushed love-talk against the kitchen wall. called Babu. the gesture. I had begun to believe that this was over. sudden crystallize and move by me in an to ask me how I am getting along and if I have finished dinner. bottom-hugging jeans. and happiness. revealed to him that the Ansals were actually a construction you. And I wait for Deep to call. No sound. The answer is to let go. Teachers ask me for tips on how to teach English better. you throw a party that is way beyond the strength of your purse. World Bank funds. ATREYEE It’s been a while since I last went swimming. least he called. And he can claim that sensuality begins and ends with the mother goddess. In any event. no touch silver earrings. ‘vengeful’ happiness.. My way of hoping that Deep will move as languidly as time seemed to move in the call. it isn’t. Then I wait for Deep to call. atreyee@nls. he also learnt a secret art. gripping whores who model for him. Now Meanwhile. no one can take that away from One of his Courtiers. This is my way of squeezing out breathing space. As I put my cell-phone back with the charger. It’s a beautiful loud I shout in the chemical factory and in government now stands as per his will written in soya sauce. It messiah-woman from the city. the Prince Marigold we are concerned with. Then you wake up in the morning with a hangover and Filler. pointy boots. Well. ‘Relative’ happiness keeps you on your toes. with cropped hair.

sitting in a corner in the room He was walking in a daze. A feeling of uneasiness seemed to gradually creep over him just as a snake till a stray drop stealthily glides over the face of the floor. I thought that maybe you’d found greener grass on the other side. he could he live just on the interest on that sum for the rest the burning smell stays for awhile of his life they had said. its standing relic that reminded him every time he took a breath of his loss. the bubbles rise slowly and disappear Finding it hard to find the employment that his qualifications qualified him for. “Why were you late?” he asked in a frosty voice. He knew he should not be feeling this animosity towards the lawyer. weeds and some kind of weird creeper had the stoned ‘most all of the time run of the whole compound. The road. out of some humane impulse “I’m Sorry”.A. the sole relic of his love that had been lost but had never died be brought down? It was all that he ever cared for. when did you get an offer for 80 lakhs and a flat everyday? Why. it was here in this very sofa twelve years back to the day. leaving the living room filled with dark. finalise the agreement. he dragged them across the face of the window doing what he had done all his life. How fast things had changed! Where were the prominent citizens who used to live here? Really. my relic of you. when relief and joy should have swept over.80 lakh for his entire property and wore a calico dress nearly twice its market value. raked up some kind of debt or the other. the lawyer. I had to hide you away?” With glee In harmony He couldn’t bear to look into her eyes. but the house. 22ND APRIL 2005 on the glass panes of closed windows BY DON KITBOR K. who would expect a girl like her to care about a promise mumbled in the heat of the moment? Still he could strewn idly aside hear the love he had heard in that streamlet voice of hers as she promised to be his. still his relic held him strong in its overpowering grip just like you’d feel if you were a goat tied as a tiger bait to a temporary tree. they had decided blow the last bit of grey smoke against wasting money on him and that they’d rather have him erased and take away his ownerless property. 2005 Rishabh Gupta 1st year B.M. maybe some 15 years from a trance he tried to recover himself. Street urchins were playing a modified proof that you’re beat up inside gambling game with discarded cigarette packets and shouting shocking abuses at each other and anyone disturbing their pathetic princely game. mingling with the thin mist a sheet on your naked skin All evening long he had felt a deep sense of foreboding.. or rather. the house was what held him. Sweeps away without a glance There goes my only chance! © Don Kitbor. I just Silver hair couldn’t bring myself to come. butfate and circumstances had contrived against bitter taste of nicotine him. He put himself down heavily on the dusty sofa staring at the headless statue outside the porch. A half eaten sandwich and a six-pack soda was all that was there. But now. whether heaven came down or hell SHUBHO devoured. The lawyer was clearly ill at ease and the feeling of ‘God knows what am I’m doing’ pervaded with a thickness and stillness of a graveyard. one last fling of the dice. flowing in your stale mind and paint a picture of that scorpio He closed the front door and went to the dining to see what was available in the fridge. He was all too aware that this spot which he was in was a tight one and that his situation transcient was rapidly deteriorating. now sweeping along Desolation Row promising him the company of shadows and memories. It was already half past six and he was quite sure that the lawyer would not turn up. his only she belonged to someone else i believe relic of her.” AN ODE TO THE MUSE (DON’T REFUSE) “Then why did you come to torment me more? Isn’t what I am now more than enough for you? Why. inviting as it had done for so long. Gathering himself. been a posh locality and now it was one filling the gaps in the story of the worthy ghettos of the city. it was my only relic. Maybe. near the former childhood playground he stopped. LL. and apologetically dabbing his persona he went to the door and opened it. More than grass. that he’d rather die then part with it? Still the company was persistent and insisted on sending their and still the rain pours outside company lawyer to talk things over and. he had been out of job for more than a year. that you had saved for later whether she was alive or dead or had simply married someone else and left. S OLENOID “I wasn’t supposed to come. trying to adjust his vision to the dim ambience and gathering the papers in show her too the soap-bubbles his hand. here he was sitting face to face with the one to set him free and he felt nothing but bitter resentment. he had to keep shifting regularly to new locales and in their wake in search of better prospects and in due course. Reaching for the stub the cherry out thick curtains. Even the few friends he had made or renewed since he had returned urged him to take up the the cigarette turns to ash in the tray offer. Flutters with a contemptuous twist “Then why did you come?” My heart in her fist. Although he walked this way everyday. It really did not show much half-smoked pack of Navy Cuts common sense in him. and standing in the doorway.the transparent man with many layers? How could they ever understand that this was his relic. hours drag on He walked towards the end of the gully. sifting through the proposal from Progressive Builders Ltd. He could feel a slight terror of the unknown but knew not what that unknown was. where was justice or love or faith. He reached for the papers on the table in front of him. It was nearly seven and no one really called on him apart colours you wouldn’t see elsewhere from Mohan and Suresh. How could long hours with Rapunzel he let this house.” Silky stare “Did you ever give up on me?” His voiced choked Golden eyes bewitching still “Not even for a moment did I not think you. of the way its fall of grace had coincided with his. going through them. and all this desolation makes you wish you were someone else He gave this sorry site another good look and then walked across the driveway and put a long key into the lock of the front door. But who were they? How could they know him . (Hons). The only solution was to invite himself to his friend. Had this offer been in relation to anything else he wouldn’t have refused. The porch light shone rather hazily. his inner yearning for her overpowered him and in a moment of madness. WANDERINGS IN A He sat there staring. Of course in some debt now. Somewhere a church clock struck five times and he knew that anytime now the reels of moving pictures company lawyer would be an old forgotten memory. “I’d be pleased to. They sat facing each other. before he had left for the States to pursue his dream of becoming a sound you’re glad she stopped by in the silence engineer that she had promised him she was his. The sun shone from behind the house. that she would wait for his return to claim her. after all. he left behind all that he just like the shot of tequila had sweated for. his hopes had allayed the truth which should have been evident all along but that now seemed to gore lapping up the slow dry hours deep within his heart and spill the condensed tension of endless hours of hoping over his tumultuous mind. I thought I did not exist anymore. After eight years leave behind a strong lingering taste of a moderately successful working life. harsher voice than what he really felt. his treasure.” Be mine My love’s thine He proceeded to open a can of soda.5 Quirk | July . cold resentment. his eyes time and again rested on the offer of Rs. and fragile thin bands of rainbow Just then the deep voice of a mechanic bird broke his sympathetic reverie. mumbled the lawyer. over the course of unfinished stories of your life his unemployed year. how could I not come?” “You know I did not want to sell this place. There was something welling up within and he did not know what it was. no thanks to that tragedy called fate. to come back to his hometown to search for her and these four years that seemed to drift by he had no clue where she was. Last year. soap-bubbles they shall remain but he still had too much pride in himself to do so.B. but that was then a memory now and this house. He stood there just gazing as if in a trance at the lawyer. he thought. This had once. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. he had contrived to lose contact with her.” he paused and gazed at her softly half daring “that Twisted angel of retribution divine I’ve found the relic. this means nothing. A chipped and cracked lengthy driveway led to the porch of an enormous Spanish style house that carried a fast fading smile of passing by in a trance yesteryear grandeur. Every day I would come and walk past here after your letters stopped. “You were my relic. but after all he had been through. and so it is now Outside it had become pitch-dark with all the streetlights standing like statuettes of defunct sentinels in a halo. smoke curling up lazily he never really did observe the state of neglect of things. More than anything he felt a sense where there was once colours of relief that at least now he wouldn’t need to here the glib talk from the lawyer that may well have shaken his beliefs. for that matter? curious kaleidoscope that flits by Turning round the bend he came to the familiar tall rusted iron-gate that guarded the entrance of a huge compound almost like Einstein looking like Robin Hood a small farm. the gully he was walking on bore the stench of long years of neglect and abuse. my mind wanted to but my soul told me that it was re-entering the buried past. this damned lawyer and he. an eternity for all eternities. Another lawyer was supposed to come over but he wasn’t feeling well so I was assigned the task and when I saw the name. some of the wooden planks were white with fungal growth and the sweet smell of decay he’s walked down this road for ages now seemed to linger. I couldn’t go on living this Sings the saddest song there ever would be memory. After all. After all. shutting himself from the excavating eyes and the bubbles disappear of the world outside. . for he had. As if coming back shubho@nls. NLSIU. The minutes seemed to tick like hours but the doorbell never who liked Greek food rang. feeling as if the brought you back from your dreams atmosphere was whispering into his ears that his time would soon come and this chapter of his life would be over. oh how my soul ached to see the door padlocked and the garden overgrown. forever. The door as you look out tonight for Ophelia swung open noiselessly. An eternity seemed to pass by. strike a match one more time He stood there shocked and speechless staring at the newcomer not knowing what to say.” Wraith yet still quite there “No. Setting sphinx the six-pack on the table he sat himself down waiting for the call of the doorbell. I’ve been busy these five years. opportunity to join this company. Five years back I had the Rests on the window sill. who would like to employ a perennially day dreaming man who never tried to put his past were if belonged in the past but preferred to enact them every mortal day. the place. They had even offered him a flat of his own in the residential complex that they would subsequently build on his land. I came here.August 2005 | Bangalore soap-bubbles HIS RELIC gentle chattering of the rain DATED: 22-24TH MARCH 2005.” He felt inclined to slam the door behind him but checked himself. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony. it cast a faint glow on the newcomer’s face. At last. “Wouldn’t you step in?” he said in a colder. There was nothing to make dinner from in the kitchen. It really wouldn’t have made a too-popular picture postcard. The paint had long since peeled. if possible. nor could he consider any of the hotels. He could still feel her tears wet his manly hands when you were waiting for rain as she promised. switched on the table lamp. Taking the six-pack out through the hallway into the living room he glanced at the week’s growth of fur on his face. Mohan’s house for dinner.

They then informed us that the snake was a harmless talkative.m. partly good or bad for the skin. this is what the garage legged it and looked for refuge more reliable than the rear wheel of a bicycle. That is to say. The three labourers demanded adjectives was kind of incomplete. they wouldn’t come to help anymore Nine a. I have locked my house. Baba. which was also in taking in the rare sight of a snake and seven dogs having a the garage. we will meet again soon” It has been 57 years since. and yelled sticks (definitely more effective than a ‘haata’) and advanced or not is anybody’s guess. I put it as interesting engaged in barking their heads off at it and at the same time After a good deal of ‘fishing’ they managed to extract the because one can never classify them under one adjective. One mixed with the water could be the maître d’. Never mind. How do I reply that even the bricks don’t exist anymore. or perhaps I should say. That was when the visitor turned up. From the other side.. It is my land. Old lady of limerick is back. a spasm may signify weird behaviour. why do you care what’s happening in Lahore?” “Abba. formal. Inshallah. by any stretch of the imagination.Quirk | July . (7) I know it is no longer my land.By Arun Sagar . you don’t worry. (3. So where cool and not panic at any cost. Oh Priam! Maker of the archaic drug. (5) 3. Suit worn on the sleeves? (6) Not legally. haata . keep the key. They argued saying if we didn’t pay snake and at the same time trying to explain to us how garlic up to their amount. A goddess is the maker of this religious group.. 12. at the top of my lungs.g. not patriotically. It came to come out of the garage and asking Didu to stay indoors. Conquistador’s treasure. There’s nothing there for you. I will take them when I come back” “Bebe. I have no right to call it my land – 4. (5) S OLUTIONS IN NEXT EDITION The Wire . to a Martian are light n spinning. Maniac study of Freudian discipline. fidgety. Hawaiian garland is part of Sole Island.bangla for father with long sticks are undoubtedly signs that things are not I remember reading somewhere. Didu was trying to convince Baba from behind in their eyes. Stood headless. it. (6) 27. 11. (5) 18. noisy and sometimes musical. over the din of the barking dogs. friendly. as you might cautiously into the garage. Hermit led engineer around company to get to nursery rhyme. (14) 10. not even the most impossible of sums settled by the events of that fine sunny Saturday morning. They mutilate you!” “It is better that I kill you rather than them laying their Filthy hands on your pristine self…” I got a letter today. Keep my jewels. though – ‘midnight’ was right. (5. Here. 5. But how was I to know that A CROSS The sun would never shine as bright again. Ma was just cleaning in size by the minute. (5) 21. plus three men approaching you armed baba . Church chose lost ram to be the guide. In what way did sun god link to Calcutta landmark? (6. 6) 28. I realized that the above set of with seven dogs and as many humans. although confronted However. the latter having the upper hand obviously.bangla for grandmother going too well for you. 1. (9) 23. (5. Strange. snake!” That. and was standing its ground bravely. “snake. Needless to say. He asked if his haveli still stood tall. (7) I want to see it once before I die. an adjective to the experience.. jovial.August 2005 | Bangalore 6 Garage even though majority of these readers are not birds. No darker period of history was ever witnessed. (3) 17. I jumped on top of the car. I think. hence I am going to narrate the garage. What if I had been in its place?!?! KAUSTUV DASGUPTA on their toes. Ma was shouting at me from the other not belong to us and that it was still at large! The scene got up after breakfast. (5) GANEEV 16. QUIRK CROSSWORD 1 ROOTS “At the stroke of midnight…” he promised Aditya Dubey But all that we got was a divide across land. They have given up any hope they ever had. as you already know was perched on top of the car. goes around chirping. which is to keep one’s reptilia certainly gave us an eventful morning! Right. The sun for e. Baba had picked up a Then of course. He was right. boring. It Blues looked like two minutes later: The dogs which were chasing the reptilian visitor were now found an opening and deftly slid through. The three labourers. 9. asking me pretty amusing in the end and soon the little party was the first to receive him. Last girl lies about fibre. you will agree that our visitor de procedure to follow in times of crisis. that a haata was no weapon to use against a five foot long us would seem to suffice. (5) 24. it was a dark period. One with rent disturbed. 8. snake had taken refuge behind the rear wheel of the bicycle specimen called chera which lives largely on rats and frogs. Return about gin to reach the old lady of limerick. puppies after it. British sapper rolls free joint. 6) 7. (8) My land. (7) 22. Visible as soon as you crossed the nehar. 4) 15. the other day. they could be explaining to them in barks that snakes are dangerous. I have remembered from childhood this basic shouting match. They could be fun. laughing heartily! The meeting eventually dispersed on cordial slithering in under the garage door. I would have gives his or her readers a bird’s eye’s view of the proceedings. sleepy. Meerut has changed since you left. with two dogs and five and I. This is precisely what I did Help soon arrived in the form of three labourers who offered was I? Yes! My list of adjectives for describing visitors is kind while trying to distance myself from the guest and alerting their services in relieving us of the snake. “What do you want with those Pakis… Bloody jehadis! Motherf****ers all of them!” “Who the hell do they think they are…F ***ing Hindustanis Did you see them piss in their pants when the bomb blew in purani dilli!” “Dadaji. Trait loses centre and west. “Veerji. Argue endlessly with lad to move slowly. I pose at revolutions for poppy products. (7) DOWN 1. (6) It is my home. They threw you out. with nine people peering car. It is rather trying to assign relatively long haata (serving spoon) and was standing outside a sum that would do justice to their efforts. Put aside this foolishness and go for a pilgrimage in Your last years.” “Why this senseless wish to see your house. (12) 14. Had I been the snake. Baba and Didu their tracks and had joined the audience. rouse the neighbours.” CLUES: Yes. with a turn to defeat. not to be deterred found longer sticks and began fishing in the water. Bengali tea followed by public disturbances! To get to ancient transport? (8) 26. (3) 20. was more than sufficient to get the household the snake’s predicament. I was side of the gate. (7) 13. Passers by had stopped in even if our house was festooned with snakes. that a good writer always didu . The pond. Whether I can find one to describe that morning the folks. Harmless or not harmless. Really old chair set in air conditioner. CD got with explosive zeal. bargaining the car had collected over the last week or so. guess what she’s riding? (1. 6) 5. it was paytime. quiet. 23. possibly snake from its watery asylum and disposed of it in a nearby hence the general term. (5) 19. and dent the roof of the Being faced with seven barking dogs. Gus returned on top of twin paintings for dessert. didn’t they? You don’t matter to them. Cesar arms around odd coup. were trying to keep the puppies away from it. Having visitors is always interesting.serving spoon/ladle at you over a wall. 4) 2. A stroke of the pen gave it. Liquidate in order to lose identity and drink. queue loses a turn but ends with right. Half-Uncles might play Unreal Tournament to get rough. 4) 6. (5. and yet it is my land. and into our underground water sump. found me in the garage busy wiping off the dust can be used to keep snakes away. and made for my bicycle. exciting. This is precisely what the snake did. but cannot be disturbed? (5) 4. which was growing for all he was worth reasoned with them saying the snake did were checking out channel DD7 Bangla. They gathered long of incomplete. smart. You. Delhi University ran for one half of famous pop group. “Run! These Sardars will butcher you! Every single one of them has a sword!” “These Mussale are dangerous…they don’t just kill. I could not but help thinking of have anticipated. Screw up. terms.

than those basketball jerseys with humongous arm. in the Chem Lab. she will have just have wear clothes a little that possibly my mom did hear. And Coach (The Complete Loser) thinks she’s Kinda Cute. The Debate boys think she’s a snob. Love’s stealing line In Boney M’s story of Rasputin tennis socks are indispensable. the cute-ponytail ones. Not like these skinny fourteen-year-olds don’t know long would it take for this semi-permanent Infant me cradled secure. have done well for herself had her shoulders not jutted out for miles on both sides. making You belong to another. that thick-headed Toughboy. FACES . How difficult is it to undo a few buttons. But this is just screaming for attention. Maybe then you’ll have some clue. And Angelic Beauty! This has got to mean trouble. One must try hard not to snigger. without having to marvel at the antics he performs in the nooks of his buccal cavity with the aid of a two-day-old piece of gum. Those look good on the boys’ To the swinging sultans In the screaming raging fight basketball about her? It’s nasty though. Being in the senior- most class of the school. Because she sits in the backrow. when the pretty ones get SUHAAS NARASIMHA BALIGA pulled out during inspection? Has she any idea what the boys in the football team say suhasbaliga@gmail. besides keeping the Don’t let me cross over. What class is it? Well. The class should rely on its own power of analysis rather than regurgitating the book all the time. workman shoes on Becoming my childhood song Fell Moscow chicks. Until at 16 no longer My music loving mother’s face Was Dire Straits a twisting tune Who probably thought But reed-thin arms are also of no good. one would definitely rate her higher up in the aging-woman category. Short haircuts can be cute. An army-crew cut is way off-target. She’ll pick on me for the rest of the week. I am supposed to express Opinion. One can’t do anything with them. beginning next week. One lives for these little spells of respite from this Holy Nunnnery. The Soft Feminine Beauty. Finding holy Nirvana would have to accept either a suspension or an order from the Principal to chop off her red Bimbo. when they can slip in chits of paper into side-pockets of tennis bags. as Miss. The class has no answer. Haughty teenage me aware The Monday uniforms are the worst. Wasn’t it also about time that she learnt to Respect her Body. back to classes. Queen Bee Humming to the playful Ma’am. or dance! Socks of two different colours aren’t exactly hip. line. For instance. Women of Substance. She’s probably the only one in the faculty that realizes that there are the shades of lipstick other than scarlet red. Jesus. Who have points to prove to this male-dominated world. Why would someone impose shoes such as these square. For the remote buttons more merciful around the shoulder. but it has to my kiddish understanding refined Of the girl with the auburn hair. I swayed to crying guitar Wanting Elvis’s doggy hound songs holes. though not the entire team. bimbo! In teen spirit and the lore (or was it burgundy!) mane. who deserve the attention that they get. understand the kind of signals this kind of behaviour sends out to younger girls. the thankful-to-be-able-to-hide-the. Quick. what is this rule trying to achieve. scribbles on a piece of paper and solves the Supertough math problem before Cuberoot. Married with grand old violin hemline an inch above the knee or keeping the collar-buttons open after school. she would have known that Monday morning Biology has been exchanged for English. hang one’s head in remorse.chewing gum all the time! Whoever gave him the idea that he was some Adonis! One can’t even look at him for more than thirty seconds at a stretch. They make one look like trainee nurses in pediatric To meet a little girlio! That Modern talking was just dance pop departments. is despicable. Now. Yeats? No. Oh. In the Boys’ School. What on earth does that mean? Power of Analysis! One guesses it simply means no matter what. She expresses regret or perhaps. but that can be handled later. Churned the teenage soul Ticket to heaven And that husky tone As I stood beside One needs to drive some sense into that over-athletic six-footer basketball girl. What is so cute about overly-clever guitar-strumming zero-behind math-addict who smokes in the boys’ lockers! And anti-fit jeans are Not Cute! She doesn’t even swim. not words While my sister wrestled mighty repaired. pretty girls of seventeen! Why would these women get pleasure establishing equality Born to a music loving lady My mom much older amongst the shapely ones. I’m coming in a moment. colour to fade out? If it remained as garish even at next week’s inspection.August 2005 | Bangalore Inspection This was the second time Queen-Bee got pulled out of the assembly-line for wearing her N O . Angelic Beauty will go on leave. For that. Because she asks Smartass questions in class. And Angelic Beauty will never stop gushing about her essay on Yeats. How does she manage the look of God’s Angel distressed by the rot that has descended upon Sweet Earth. Wearing her spectacles with an intensity . the math topper. with no shape whatsoever. nay! Not the romantic whistle collar and a pocket at the right breast. a threat. What is the point behind behaving like Mother Teresa’s disciple if one has decided at the very beginning that half the class ought to fail the exam in order to uphold some Divine Order. The next class is across the road. The entire class is looking at me. Though the middle-area could do with some working out. Even the stairway to heaven would do staircase bestowing that cold glare upon some middle-school kid for daring to talk in the For now did I know what it was Ticket or no ticket. Lover of the Russian Queen the good-looking girls. Not like all of them look like Greek Gods. except for the shoulders. the Floosie’s gonna take forever now. She would That lent decor to a lovely home Convincing her it is indeed still too early. On something. It was far shorter than the length permissible. to which is attached a manly Nursery rhyme. She should bring her hair-dresser to school from now on!’ Atreyee atreyee@nls. Shabby white. 7 TH F L O O R uniform inappropriately. “You look cute from the behind!” Which breastless fourteen-year-old talks like that? Queen Bee would not even contemplate calling the Debate Team Captain when she was fourteen. 7 1 6 . look like sack-clothed You’ll never be mine… Into whose arms matrons.7 Quirk | July . Of course. and thereby Respect Herself? What would outsiders think if she was seen walking across the street wearing this Renowned Uniform with half her The tape rolled in the big hall To have money for nothing buttons open? And the hair-colouring . is that one can get to class earlier and avoid the agony of having to endure the sermon of Goody-2-Shoes. or play tennis. Like Miss Head Girl standing at the foot of the But legendary lyric. It’s And dreamy lady writers Did I not notice the lean-but-strong look you’ve got to have to look hot in the electric-blue team jerseys.B Y A RJUN ‘D ADDY’ R AJGOPAL Yes. beautifully camouflaged in the Congenial Smile. The hair will have to be redone in a jiffy. Thank God for small mercies. And these are things that can be only to tune. if Queen Bee had bothered to be alert in the last class. then she’d definitely have asked Smartass. half the class will fail. did keep me in the dark And playing the Irish country song screaming out loud that she’s one-of-the-guys. And chicks for free. Displaying her biceps beautifully. But many teachers don’t like her. Rickety-legged. ****** ‘Oh God. one must be even more cautious of how carries oneself so as not AL-GOSAIBY BUILDING to set the wrong kind of example for the younger girls. Mom’s favourites later Now prayed before Knopfler’s flab ones and at-least-this-implies-I’m-a-girl ones. with muscles jutting out of his head . done the right way. And Miss Smartass will get an eighty. unhappily But oh so sad did I sigh if she were sent upon the earth to reform all sinners. And the shoes. Including Miss Babytalk. But she knew how to get him to call her. wear such sacks. Flat-chested. But of no other use. She’s asking a question. . And the exotic jewellery and the handloom saree are definite plus points. The Bell. The one advantage of staying out of trouble at inspection. Arms too muscular can be quite repulsive. Ma’am. Angelic Beauty begins the onslaught of saccharine and honey. What are we studying today? Look at what page Beanpole’s book is turned to. And for the Coach-wannabe-boyfriend to actually be thrilled. Does your mommy know…! Of the Man who sold the world. You re goin down the road. She thinks her barrel-like trunk and greasy-oiled- hair and hairy arms make her in some strange way Holy. What do these wrong-side-of-forty. To cheri cheri lady married or divorced women get out of making young seventeen year-old girls with firm Jim Reeves begged his lady love: My weakness for history breasts and curves.

say. Information value of Article 19(1)(a) of the Indian Constitution which better retention and flow of and access to relevant information. should. old tales are retold and new controversial issues are Bangalore which is a similarly small community in terms of students could perhaps be resolved with the aid of these raised. character of the media which has a touch of indirectness or turn will encourage more such enterprises as the existence of ‘impersonal’-ness associated with it. In fact. School. where like thinking is fostered as people can come together if What better forum can exist compared to the web where for it will soon be morning. and the solution to their Bite O little fish bite. the DARIC. begins right at the beginning. the cynical and pessimistic predictions will not come right time. that it was a timely warning. deal more than it is presently. the Sports Com Schedule or the throw aside your usual reticence relating to that information in its entirety being restricted to new rules put up by MCS (the Moot Court Society) would and take my humble offering. I further believe that once we really start using the There were angry responses to the National Law School being variety of events and activities are very advanced. Many of us felt indispensable. and moreover. as it usually is. The problem. my ghost will soon join your watery night. My last rice served to you in obeisance assessment. is such knowledge in your knowing? of culminating in a positive outcome. And although I’ve written this in the context of Law as we ought to have kept our eyes and ears open! Well. information can be copied many times over without any Code against Sexual Harassment. it affords us to influence decision-making on electronic form on an open forum on the net. One mail to a group will ensure a message reaches everyone. the anger directed both inwards and outwards. but but many miss the bus not even knowing that they were even if that can’t happen in the near future. more views and more vociferous criticism to miss out on some news will have no cause to blame if the paving the way for asking for changes in a system. discuss ideas beforehand. for an old man show some caring. IIMB makes use or brilliant but it will seem plain convenient. criticism and creative ideas which would serve well for three hours straight. fee details. no body. scribbled on during the first week of a law school year is put up on a web- blackboards or for more formal notices. especially and a resolve to achieve greater heights. The way of functioning of the Activity Based ** The Law School Notice Board which is inspired by the things can be made a fair bit simpler if there was a system for Committees (ABCs) may change it’s ourselves better infrastructure for this: most importantly. Thus many a time. All of them are useful and all groups and each and every individual will be put in a place above us. even if something missed their attention. At the same time if anyone’s to blame. This is better than hand-outs comment. retention of information is a huge advantage. in rules. communication and for the organisation of a is endless. Discussion on the net minimum infrastructure would support them. Alumni can be better contacted. is that there are certain Clinic-LSC works in assistance with an NGO) at 1:30 would asymmetries which lead to distortion of some of the valuable information. goddess. Hence. though. comment can gather steam as it moves and possibly. for example. If this can be make use of opportunities if we don’t hear of them at the discussions on anything under the sun. ABHAYRAJ NAIK . problems sometimes experienced and seen in Law School. Vinayak’s boat. everyone. But I add the caveat maybe a lot that is wrong about Law School but the one thing BRacket on the IIM campus. others struggle just a bit. results of competitions. I am not sure what the ‘cosmic balance’ of IIMB communication systems to some extent. my sons In Law School. Fingers were pointed at student intranet website called Spidi which has a number of are limitless. At everyone’s problem. shadow-boxing. Informed choices are obtained. I refuse to be dissuaded.August 2005 | Bangalore 8 GREAT EXPECTATIONS The beginning of the year has been cheerful. At any rate. my whole becoming. My hope is that Scornful comments were made against those who were rated of many different applications. time-tables at the Pray. the list of beneficial uses Last year ended on a sombre note. Many a time it is through are interested to keep track. ControlF searches and other similar advantages should Bite O little fish bite. it won’t seem amazing rated second. This will seem more so in Law School where the sources are which is repeated so often in huddled circles in the library why do you still shun some sunning? either oral. LLM’s who tend allows more news. my God. My opinion is that I see which doesn’t seem right at all is the absence of a called DBabble and is available for downloading free of cost. any college would benefit by using the internet more. my coquette. but these have a small chance killed then and there by referring the matter to some sub. as it should be. some the hostels. All information is retained well as frequently updated information such as the rules won’t pay more than 300 per tola running and documented as it was. the internet applications they use for dealing with with the alumni site of NLS. Further. events such as Consilience or the while you’ve been traipsing in the cool waters gossip’*. Apart from Bite O little fish bite. etc. This in if not. these distortions allow for a reduced scope for organisation. possible. rather My thanks to Chandrachud. At any time there than sit at a meeting and then say that ‘I’ll contact him today’ are not more than 500 people on campus. and at those who made the ratings. no joy easy. Of course IIMB has managed. cold. so that our systems can be evolved over AMOGH BASAVRAJ adapt quickly enough. do know what to look out for and hence are at an advantage. retained for personal use or at any rate. Bite O little fish bite. amazing for student communication is called bitching forum. A set of documents can be put up on the net for easy access. we should make a live the ‘law school life’. once made available and institutionalized. All official communication is sent to the college where they can try and realise their potential … and more. Members of a particular ABC can interact better through instant messages. for example. make an formal questions can be asked to those in charge and answers I need you impact on the eventual decision makers. though the software itself is that we must guard against such a contingency. comes out as an on the spur of the moment caustic and other research techniques. We tend to think or ‘I’ll do something about it’. they Bite O little fish bite. and usually no other media is used to impress Many positive things we haven’t even thought about will to wake up from its slumber probably induced by resting a tad it upon the students. an extremely small circle. Editing and updating the content is available in the soft format. an opportunity goes by and one hasn’t even heard of it until are immense. useful fields ranging from opinion polls for mess food to Thoughts opened up. Its e-mail as is done in many universities world over. Minutes of every meeting as well as monthly reports of the ABC’s would also be posted allowing those who The Fisherman’s Dirge recipients as it is intended to be. that the NLS community needed e-mail addresses. And there are occasions when The possibilities for Law School with similar systems in place * Reference to “On leaving Law School” by Arun Sagar. reactions to notes on 19(1)(a)**. The other forum for interaction is the happen because the internet is such a forum where possibilities bit too comfortably on our laurels. amoghbasavraj@yahoo. possible. put up on notice site. My opinion. I’m hungry. Well. and even answer keys to which means any learning (especially the orientations) can be exams. Further. passed on through word of mouth. we too should get internet in the hostels. a trend has to be set with each other using the software through the server allowing where greater use is made for official and serious stuff which When we don’t hear of things we lose out on a lot. Thus an idea. This prevents the information from reaching all also be available. information. forever will it reach people who could change things for the better based on that comment. my joy. First years can have a smoother transition if all the information The sun will be going down soon. IIMB. The law school community is a small one. there application. The other significant advantage is that Oh may never reach the ears of the persons who could explain the guides/facilitators can also refer to them once it is put up in a But the net is ruined. improvement over traditional information sources or systems. information. many a time restricted to members of an ABC can be aired reads “All citizens have the right to freedom of speech and And this is where I think the internet can be harnessed a great thus providing public access to usually undisclosed. But the start after the break brings a buzz on the campus population. internet in true. with enough strength in it to make a difference. less elaborate. I will mention a few possibilities by way of 3rd Edition. Only two tolas of charas left. All important information which word of mouth or loose sheets which usually don’t reach should receive public attention such as the Annual Financial Bite O little fish bite. This will help challenge any inaction by those for two cigarettes to keep the charas burning. All official communication should be communicated through The monsoons will be coming soon The internet does not suffer from these handicaps. conferencing. things aren’t great. infrastructure. But this possibly useful opinion or relevant comment which may be lost. This leads to the exchange of ideas and opinions Statement from FinanceCom. more responses. In spite of and can access the internet in the wired areas would mean it any rate it is a step ahead. Our move should also be to acquire good School. Quirk. pleading ignorance at the moment or even calling comment on the net. The relative ease with which a comment can be accountability and transparency should be the outcome. say on a discussion board or a blog-site. The perceived widening gap between teachers and tricks. Neither good and complete compilation. Some new faces brighten up the campus. I think that example. which means that it never reaches everyone as it NLS Debate would definitely achieve quantum leaps in efficient with my time there is a lack of clarity as to what one should be doing. Greater Ice queen. the NLSIU Act. Thus information available on the net is an amazing but your brothers and sisters have kept coming. a reaction or a thoughts can be exchanged beforehand and more importantly. Also. the less the proper channel for easy flow and reach of information. The server hosts the software and all others can communicate familiar bitching will appear. secret. In fact. These may include. do well by borrowing a leaf out of their books. Thus there is bound to be surely you can’t have such arrogance? received are not as smooth as they may appear at an initial an increase in efficiency and net productive activity. There are millions of sarcastic Open forums throw up many serious issues but are invariably my adversary. no teeth. We can’t for instant messaging. stop thy humming. self-paced and more effective as one is ‘doing’ what he is help in finding and using the information easily. you know what other people are responsible as their replies and assurances are recorded in an Will you ignore my beseeching vice? saying.Quirk | July . though not expression”. external contacts. efforts to help out first years feel comfortable as they learn to won’t make a difference. This also allows better channels of communication where ideas are sent as well as networking between different ABC’s. falling teaching standards and at loss of focus among students. Thus. file transfers and preferably reaches and benefits everyone. Another The obvious criticism or fear is that it will just be another ‘terribly wrong with the cosmic balance’* here. whenever and wherever as long as there is access to internet. a criticism of what one reads on a notice board. trying to figure out what it is that seems checking one’s attendance (‘bunkometer ’). penniless. in system is put in place. loss of value or quality. Any further spreads of the receive greater publicity and can anticipate more animated for I’ve been standing here in the burning sun information tend to be cursory. the open forum an inappropriate forum for certain questions. for Legala-Strawberry Fields sponsorship if they are registered However. my wife. and how one should go about it. Bite dashed off on a computer gives it an edge over putting up a notice or making a public speech. Similarly. The biggest advantage is that information is accessible communication. a reason for a particular decision or rule. once it is for thirty years my penance holds supposed to be learning. they feel similarly on an issue. my chillum cries all issues. should have the benefit of a backup source of information or my wrath will be terrible! which is easily accessible and would be available when they My net. Thus the problems discussed on the network. But it should at least help fight the illness. and greater accountability. a jarring one for many. Sharing of research material. We could net within the law school community. that the more the aim is to use it productively. Most of us are quite Enterprises of the nature of ‘Film Club’ can make use of net Bite O my little fish bite. While some beginning today. personally accessed beginning of a trimester. The same is true for lessons on use of online databases will overpower you feeble. As they tradition and so on. Compare this to a committee. one sees someone else having made good use of it. while your hungry servant and children starving. opinionated and interspersed with the ‘ridiculous amounts of in the long run. thus allowing for later verification governing the Halls of Residence and other rules from the for rice and water and clothes and light. and dying. Space for mundane but relevant that any bit of information if communicated at one nodal messages such as SBA (the Student Bar Association) library point will be received by all through channels which are largely open at 1:30 or Bus to Ramanagaram (where the Legal Services semi-formal. the sons dead matter. 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we discovered that Messages showed up on phones from our such minimal input. That night we felt both and people left. like a booze that it should cost no more than Rs. marinated spicily. with an insouciance I did not feel. and listened to old dance bag. only the justice operates. Our butcher was a chatty bad omen. stupidly omit. because it had meat off the block is an acquired ability and Johnson Market. they would grimace. you learn pride and to communicate. or refer someone to DARIC. he came up to me looking cutting slits in the chicken. Oddly. took calls as to whether the batch on casual vestiges of student life present. we were proud. pale meat. The shop itself was dark audacity that marks our own scion of that He’s a strict vegetarian. people were hungry. Spandan and grilling both chicken and beef off our brave barbeque. I heard the kings of the world. Each of us took turns being grillmaster that butcher’s and there were only the more was not on our terrace. We hoped for it. into ISEC and let nature and her Bajaj can be incredibly inaccurate and is a small bag of packets and an absurdly seven were staring at the BMTC building in carrion take care of it. the Director. It poured all the way and the a few kilos of the beef was left that we unlikely byproduct. like a schnitzel. Naturally. Very few of us bought butter too. The beef was slipped into a individual and the creative suffer for that Down the street. and roasted. after so many coming to be established. I was worried. Paisa needed to be vasooled. where only those who are myself. His point man in back out in the evening. twenty- “Are you serious? Batman you choot. the the interminable traffic of Mysore Road. because we gift. Yet. There are pictures of that night. there youth. the ground to make them happen. and we should just have chucked it. of of this. the only change is that outlying land waved symphonically. The less visible. Huddled into the stairwell. only See. and then inedible things class. fallen in. and the advice of the “better” ourselves hemmed in. there were the seven slow fire. Far too many cruel imitation. and we had you learn confidence. with a girl on my back.August 2005 | Bangalore Grilling: A History People liked to fan the flames as and done what no one else had in memory. out the butcher instinct in a man like 8 kilos I could not name. Looking around innocent to an improbable extent get away and marveling at the neat little creature as damply threatening to pour all day and night. That’s it. on the committee to catch someone. We could barely lift the lives. 4 No Pickups. a bear of a man. there was the satisfying crunch of My room had at this point taken on the the fact that I realized first that we were in in air in huge lungfuls and they would speak chunky pepper. when it came off the fire bore up to it. kept fanning. the degraded rich immoral we were sitting in DPC. had climbed the 12 foot high platform. consideration being given to our us. “I am going to be a and the night was clear and starry. It’s softer. things are different. I sat down bewilderment. rusted Pratique Technique. and curd. as is to be done with the paper already. and the buttery smoothness. I had seen it done before. whether it should be the eight kilos of thin beef slices into the Before lunch. were left out to marinate. As far as I can tell. Grilling in dry up the blood. We wrong right. had on the way in. Exhale. and fat and bones. have seen it coming. and with the it in the air. but Vipul insisted on vigorously3. It’s like mob justice. It did not Immediately. though he didn’t know it then. unable are around here. To survive. I wonder often why we did nothing “It’s gotten too much for me. like Vishal ate what would come to be steel manhole cover on the tank. and like everything else. a feeling that my bones are water.” took Rin to take it off. After 2 in the morning. He takes ideas almost guava pinkness and the dirty grey of Perhaps I am being defensive. the plans of the morning and the dissatisfied had left.” the delirious joy and brotherhood we felt.” Spandan now smokes more expensive lit that fire in minutes with a mixture of “I’ve driven over this flyover at two in the Like every omission. out of the embers of Department. It also sells Bombay rolls. members. everyone enjoyed watching them. and the evening. and the air was water resources. was standing near the table in our empty from wires off the arched ceiling. we cruised down the street. It’s damn simple. because in the 11:00 break that day. hoping for unpleasant tasks to be in the corner of his mouth and lit it in one bag when we left. 150. a curse. “I’ve had enough of this bullshit. we were that flyover as long as he lived. and try that disaster. But. There is the waiting. as a community. and a single soaking brownish substance. blissfully. Soon we heard from everyone the licking the grill grease and spitting. or the Exam The grill ended up costing us The next time we grilled. they would suck you bit. Not complimenting people is so damp. I remember running into Vipul’s room little grill. The two bags of beef. It was there in the afternoon after initiative. On hooks. The grill was small and that those stupid. no one will compliment you unless hours of trying. The First. bad things happened. 3 I later found out it was a device specifically and ordering domestic ingredients. there when people went up to ponder during 5 Spandan is one of the few of us with any cubie. over-the-top notices had “I know how to do it. There are was the way we were. participating therein. We’re not stupid people. It had been raining all defilers of religious sentiment. Dhruv cut himself often suspects and would have had to be stupid my head. I have an idea. Amit so many memories here. we would have been the obvious The grill was actually cut to order for us. my hands covered wrestling skill. There are decided to get to it. Spandan and I sped the side door. Law School discovered extraordinarily careful about it. and everything Mid Law School Party happen. the small red bag. using what I call the Siddiqui. There really complicated. been upto my elbows in dairy products of slapping flesh on his slab and on the scales. The wouldn’t want to bathe in meat water. acceptance. a idea carried flawlessly from charm of the first session. dull in the sunshine. It was just the way we were. end. After I had young lad. be dealt with the next day. a bittersweet reminder of the with tactile yellow white marinade. When something our fire god. In best kept meat secrets of Bangalore. we were from the absolute beginning. we waited. thronging around Unfortunately. chicken was excellent regardless. the plate washed. extended. They find a way. That evening. We were lies and there was truth. the early intended for melting butter over a small the peppercorns using the bass 4 that hungry were there already. People came expected. Sitting there. under a meat free area of the grill-top. lemons ready. a notice had appeared blowtorch chickens to tighten them up and student with a bike and the same unhinged coals. We returned to law school late that decided to go back and chuck it into ISEC high as they would go. Technique was being brought pressure from the administration can do it entirely with ingredients from nags. the sure knowledge that he floating and sinking variously. flattened hoppers. It wasn’t there. of I was never very satisfied with the “Vipul. the flame. phals. There’s surely some irony in make. and it was dark in Nagarbhavi. the ground mint leaves clumping on it. -BATMAN salt and pepper and chilli and fresh mint. most of us were Cauvery dwellers and Nagarbhavi was Pradeep. with two bags of meat. long spring rolls filled with chicken or beef night. the speed. It complete wastrel. wipers had conked out. Luckily that hasn’t happened to as they come. were the day. looking out at the students is sought. postponed. ordered more curd. and the she lay there. Up the street were the bones and fat we had cut off earlier. and that which they orange plastic tub and a knife and tongs music. I didn’t make class. the rush. and a hurried cleansing. but there was only an to have done it7. In the tank was a I saw it in my head. shirts off. fluid movement. Our reputations To really explain the whole thing happens to make us proud. In fact. the GWC 6 One notice said just about that. and I really should have us so far. While I was sitting on test of your flexibility and some part your one the leftover stuff and the second the strings and switches but beautifully and my floor in my shorts. Nothing will bring legs. The phal is a thin sliver. Sometimes afternoon. threatened to not take place when we found dissatisfied elsewhere. the best meat comes off the the grill was done. will run himself into despondency that grips me in the law school soaked it in vinegar or papaya to soften it fines equally. It sat boldly red. we eaten with thin cakes of rice noodles. It’s a orange tub. I had just come back out of it. even before the in Chandra Layout. pulled off the fire and It was a sharp knife. Parag. as for once and for all. fresh and full of ideas. a vicious kind of between Vipul. I gawked.” the simple male pleasure of cooking meat results of that night. Things have variously solid consistency and the meat. I wish I had known then. Yet another beautiful thing had been hardened wood lived uncomfortably with removed from the world just as it was the colorful calendars on the wall. but drippily. We were ingrained an attitude trait that you can feel barbeque and Amit outside valiantly trying sections of the IPC. Suddenly. weeks. We 1 Bajaj kicked in and said very confidently the implicit trust of a dozen people lies on It rained all the way there. it was unnecessary except when the fire was night. on the roof. fine We just need a cheap grill. bad and checked the tank. Strictly speaking. I ran being lit. the trees of BU and the least once a week for three years. In not been able to start a fire after nearly two had overnight gone to zip. in disbanded. with batch. No one did it. when people smoked at night. Sarkar butchers’. and you have to know Spandan. just. league match on and the score floated up to could. and attractive. Balu. Jugad. We There are pictures of creamy marinated meat. about half of that. in “hm” for ourselves. the plate and set to. It was raining in the afternoon. we Somehow. decorates my room.” where we sat. and he liked it. truly dedicated were left. “Satyajit and Roshan are perfectly capable various balances. was a delicious sizzle and the hot black metal was where he was and there was no need to first encountered flesh. When the first batch went on. Money was collected.5 black and sardonic smile lit up by unpleasant remarks and snide comments. genial to a fault and well cultivated by Vipul2. There’s one hadn’t left the beef to marinate long enough not the same that night. da. with the bass up way too high. The conversation time by the GWC and the rest of us. It’s incredibly easy to assessment of the public that we were guilty. It rested in fresh showcauses were held. There’s a picture of clumped into little groups. and there were two in all.” **** I was as nervous as a priest in a “Dude. the splendid Amit Agrawal had seniors who had graduated. where concrete and blood family. banning cooking on the terraces. we cherish it. were later to find out was just astoundingly all alone” wanted to know why the water was smelling 7 I swear. We all got fined and will split the plausible germ in them. The faces they would It was a swooning kind of tender and when and onions and soya sauce and another tub. and if they contain one the wet Cauvery walls. That’s the way things Now. it used to take me a little steeling to do it. in my room and chucked the lot of it into the under the flyover. on my bike. was the trick. when they have to or they’re getting something afternoon and evening. I can see Vipul in the sun holding Siddiqui. The problem was ever done it and we don’t even have a grill” of all of us sweating together. unscathed. four of us were grilled at a “Let’s barbeque on the terrace” conception to fruition at the cost of a critical people came. I finally .9 Quirk | July . It is a peculiar beef was chewy. I crushed In Johnson Market. One day. butcher there. polluters of back to the first week of the trimester. When more than some thousand bucks1. Things were planned. It was the way we were. and at a quarter to bottle. the flames Frankly. laden with lemon and a tank 6 feet above the platform. calling Parag frantically returned to my room. someone. get frustrated at the output you get from On the terrace. roll up their sleeves. equally confident at the same time. we bought a large under the long trees. staggering off the terrace. it was obviously just the were just that lazy. which has the worlds best grilled in the process. body scratched as hell. One day. bigger tub and carefully massaged them into notices on 19(1) (a) from the Second Year tastes smokier. your shoulders and all you are equipped with nearly lost our way. were shoulders. where getting food is some part a we did nothing with.” “Arre. into sliced up expertly. very helpful. it’s about all I do. we pulled the remains of a In the Academic block. Until Law School as we knew it had come to an and smelly. you know. were haunches. and they were masalas and all and besides none of us have a cigarette inspecting the grill. it’s easy. Shouldn’t cost flickering flames of the coals. and “I love this flyover. it’s not like you actually talk to girls. sitting in his bloodied haven. by someone who explaining what he was looking for. We “She’s not really hot that way. Vipul lying on his bed with For awhile. a long corridor lit by bulbs hanging there. and even then. They would be carrion-like consultations amongst faculty affected languor and not a little pride. removed to the future. who had cracked it something about a stink in hostel.” a matter leaves hostel and goes to the **** Warden. and it was tough. who is a medical come near the meat knife. There was a Championship against our characters in public: sent all the messages to all the people we things. If Johnson market is one of the potatoes and onions were brilliant when we Second. buying potatoes down the long slope home on Parag’s scooter. tongs be anywhere else. we were one community again. Singla would remember I found out by chance that day in hand. we don’t achieve much. shirtlessly like brutal works of art. There is a Four days down the line. and a list of desiderata made. the most troublesome potato of his life that some sick people in Law School. it was very. I’ve been going over it at would do it. easy to talk to. “Don’t lie. good luck. I found out later from the Shezan Maître I think he enjoys organizing things more than that all things will end now and I only venture d’ that tenderizing it with a meat hammer It was obvious that it wasn’t us. The grill was cleaned off 2 Pradeep also helped the Batch of 2007 tub. bhenchod. we should cigarettes. the tiny got the opportunity. We really aren’t. and guilty under fifteen from Delhi. But they enjoyed it. Not that stupid. That’s just the way things and an odd utensil I saw no point to for are. to eat any more. We were we went to the tiny meat shops up the street and the usual things. people helpfully publicly testified books we had brought to class. They would open up We were raucous. native ingenuity and practice and what we morning. fondly.” did. It didn’t have the tantric That night at the showcause. better done inside and turned over. it It was still raining outside. It had been lifted. to buy phal slices from the rounds that the chicken was done and only come to be known for only its unfortunate. opened. semblance of a storehouse crossed with a trouble when a stinking fetid bag of beef in a breathless clipped way.” brothel. The intelligent. So they We don’t work for it. in cakes. it’s hundred bucks a head. we need to go this place. It sat things I cannot be. Vipul is like that. It’s just got to change. more about it. I felt a like a loose faucet than the downpour we that it was part of the way we lived our I continued gawking. haddi pakradi. because we had taken a right but they were never executed. hurt and furious and pointing fingers. the nature of inquiry changes. He firmly placed a Milds little foul.” of raw meat and a sharp knife. up. the detritus of society6. there was one thing flame. We sat in the car. it could not have just his hands apart and frowning decisively. and we broke up the price decided to be more adventurous. where sweaty men it through Vipul’s brother. left up top to which they create. and the endless loudly critiqued. but when We really fucked up that day. pick up meat. Buying Singla and I took Vipul’s car to It was only at five. there was a breeze There were many of us and somebody else “From now on”. It sat there like a fierce and determined.

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